Sandra's POV
Kelvin calls three times before noon and I decline every single one.
By the fourth call, my nerves are already destroyed.
By the fifth, I stop looking at the screen completely and shove the phone deep into my bag like hiding it will stop him from existing inside my head.
But It doesn't, everywhere I look I keep hearing his voice. I need this to stop, the problem is I don't actually want it to.
That thought follows me through the entire afternoon like a shadow I can't outrun.
By the end of class, my sketch board looks terrible, half-finished lines, wrong measurements. A design I've restarted three times already.
"You erased that corner four times." I look up sharply. Lena stands beside my table with her arms crossed watching me.
"You okay?" I ask carefully.
"No." Her a
